(✓) iii.| 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

[ 018 ] ...𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓

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MILES WAS A TEMPORAL PERSON—-he didn't like being bothered, he liked to be left alone and content.

he was nice if he liked you, if he didn't like you then just stay away from him for the best.

he was in montana, yes he made it after a day and a half.

he said he would call timothee in two days, and it had only been one... so not yet.

before miles left to montana he snuck back into the abandoned warehouse in new york, looking if there was evidence of them having a warehouse in montana.

and sure enough after two hours of looking, he finally found a map for one.

complete fucking idiots.

he needed to leave, he was going insane... which he knew but he was never going to admit.

and yes he remembered what happened, with iris.

to be fair... miles took ecstasy and honestly wasn't aware of what he was doing, but that wasn't an excuse.

he remembered the situation but not really what happened, not what he did.

he felt like shit, he hurt iris, she cried because of him... he couldn't stop thinking about it.

he was deciding what to do, he went without a cellphone so they couldn't track him and he bought a worn down car for cheap so they wouldn't think he's in a certain car.

when he needed to call timothee, he planned on using a pay phone.

he knew exactly where lexie was, the exact location, he wanted to go and get her, but it wasn't that easy, he needed to be smart.

he needed to plan stuff out, or he was going to get killed, and he would have been no help to lexie if he was dead.

"think, think, think" he muttered to himself quietly.

honestly since he's taken a break from everyone he has been calmer, being surrounded by more people allows his emotions to get more and more out of control.

he wasn't sure what to do, how to approach the situation.

it was late, about two in the morning... if he wanted to sneak over by the warehouse then it needed to be late so it could be harder for them to spot him if he was running.

lexie stopped visiting him in his dreams, she stopped communicating which scared him...

was she dead?

he hasn't spoke to her since iris was buried alive, he went to sleep every night—-hoping that he would be able to see her, but she never showed up.

that only concerned miles.

he sighed before getting out of the car, he was going to sneak over.

don't be dumb don't be dumb don't be dumb

fuck i want vodka